When I Landed In Coney Island Comments

Always the eternal mystery and the simple interplay of lives resulting in endless complexity life always the key always the source of pain and compassion's shining hope. A wonderful tale.

sometimes your poems are a smile like the one where you buy a silk shirt and a guy falls over, and sometimes they are a cry like when the pimp hits your friend with a pipe in a paper bag, and sometimes they are both at once like in this poem, but whichever of them it is life is always fighting to take place within the poem itself, which for me makes you a descendant of writers like kerouac and o'hara, writers i have a great fondness for.